This is a short story written by John Lamos. Thought you might like to read it...
The Guitar
by John Lamos
Tom had been in the attic for hours now going through his father’s belongings. It had been a week since his father’s death. He had had a heart attack randomly one afternoon. The family had mourned his death all week, but Tom thought it was time to move on in his life.
His father left a will saying Tom had received a few random things that he didn’t really care about. There was one thing that caught his eye on the list though. His father’s old acoustic guitar that Tom had started his dreams as a musician. As a child his father taught him everything about music and the guitar. All through the years Tom became an excellent musician and his dream was to make it his career. But everyone told him to leave that dream behind and pursue something that would actually happen. He was now attending law school, trying to love it, but the dream of music was still there.
The guitar case was at the back of the attic collecting dust. Ducking under the beams holding the roof up, Tom made it to the guitar case. He sat down and laid the case on his lap and opened it. The smell that came out the second he opened it was as familiar as it was when he was a child. The smell of the wood and guitar polish. Tom pulled the guitar out of his case and replaced the case with the guitar on his lap. He was picking an old song his father had taught him when he saw a letter at the bottom of the case. He picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a letter. Tom pulled it out of the envelope and he read the work “Tom” on the top of the letter. The paper felt old and a little dust covered it. Opening it he knew exactly whose handwriting it was. It was his father’s. It read:
Dear Son,
If you are reading this I have left you all and am now in a better
place. Don’t be sad, I’ve run my course and have received the
ultimate prize. I have left you this guitar because you are the
one that would appreciate it the most. Both our fingertips have slid
across this neck, making music happen. Songs have been written
by both of us. Keep this gift forever, and maybe someday you
can pass it on to your son. Keep my song alive with this. I know
this isn’t a huge gift to you, but I hope it means something. I miss
miss you and I love you. Use this to live your dreams!
Tears came to Tom’s eyes when he read the last line. His father had known about his dreams his whole life. Tom’s father had worked hard with Tom to make sure it would happen. Tom owed it to himself and his father to take this guitar and make a name for himself. He decided from now on, for as long as it took him, he would get out there and do what he loved so much. Make music. It would take more work than he could imagine, but it would be worth it.
Tom set the guitar in the case, latched it up and headed down the ladder and back into the old house. His mother met him at the door, kissed him, and watched him walk onto the street. He opened the back seat of his Jetta and set the guitar on the seat. Today was one of the best days of his life. His mind was opened to a whole new kind of thinking. He hadn’t been this excited for a long time.
The drive home took about 45 minutes. It was enough time to think everything over. He had close friends that would join him on his journey. A drummer, bassist, and another guitarist. Just thinking of the future made shivers go through his body. A few phone calls and everything could start up. Maybe.
He drove into the school just as it was getting hard. He grabbed the guitar and walked to his dorm. Jake, his roommate, must be out because the lights were off. A little time to himself could be good. He set the guitar beside his bed and lay down on the bed. He just laid there thinking of screaming crowds, the hot lights, and the amazing feeling of that opening song.
Tom’s dreams were filled with excitement the whole night. He dreamt of stages and lights. Screams of excitement filled his ears. He saw crowds by the thousands waiting for him to step out to the stage. He could feel the heat from the stage lights on his face. Tom awoke at that moment and realized the heat was just the sun coming through his window. He sat up and said, “What an amazing night!.”
Tom got out of bed and headed to the kitchen to grab some breakfast. He got a bowl and set in on the counter and went for the cereal when he noticed a family notebook on the counter. Tom hadn’t seen this book for years! Last time he saw this was when he graduated from high school three years ago and left it with his mother. This book had hundreds of Tom’s songs inside. Pages were full of lost lover, anger and encouragement. All through high school he had written these songs, but he left it at his home because he was giving up his dreams. Now it was here somehow.
He opened the cover and noticed this mother’s handwriting. She had written:
I know you have always wanted this to be your life. After
seeing you with the guitar yesterday I decided you might
need this too. I love you, and I’ll be behind you the whole
time. Do what you love.
Tears filled Tom’s eyes again. His mother had always loved his songs and encouraged him to go far with it. This just meant so much more then the other times they had talked. He wiped a tear that was making its way down his cheek.
Tom flipped though memories. Memories of lying in his bed at night and writing lyrics about the girl that had broken his heart, or just writing words that brought him comfort. Then he found a page he had forgotten about. A page that said at the top “My Dreams”. On that page was written Tom’s heart. His passion. There were his dreams of music. The same dreams he had the night before. Suddenly joy and encouragement filled his heart and he knew right then that he could make these dreams, that seemed so far away, be a reality.